With a bang, the huge plaque outside Juxian Village, together with the mortise and tenon stone beams spliced above, all rolled to the ground, and then, dozens of Xingzhu Sect junior brothers carried a golden plaque and carefully hung it on the door.

"Be careful, this plaque is all pure gold, you can't afford to pay for it if it is broken!"

"Hey, hey, it's higher on the left, it's on the right. ”

"Is this time right?"

"It's a little bit off, a little bit down, yes, there, there, that's there!

The inside of the village is so quiet that you can hear the falling needles, and the outside of the village is bustling, and the inside and outside seem to be two worlds, forming a strong contrast.

The people from Juxian Village are all martial arts people, and there are many masters among them, but at this time, they lowered their heads in a little embarrassment, and they were occasionally bumped into by the people of the Xingzhu Gate who entered the Zhuangzi, and they didn't dare to speak, let alone make a head bird.

The corpse of the mysterious martyr is still in a horrified place.

Among these people are people with superb martial arts, they are the ones who know the power of the Xuan Tribulation Master the most, and now looking at Mo Xiaolou who was sitting on the main seat and drinking tea with a calm face, his hands couldn't help but tremble.

After the plaque was replaced, the dust kicked off the supporting staircase, smashed the plaque that read "Juxianzhuang" on the ground, and said to the left and right: "Hang the couplet too." ”

"Yes, senior brother!"

Then, in front of the door, on the left and right, each spread out a pair of red silk and gold silk couplets, on the couplet book "pretend to be a posture, boast of the gods and smell the fart...... No, no, it's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong, it's wrong, it

Out of the dust saw half of it and quickly asked his subordinates to change, and the newly changed couplet read:

Shanglian: Fengshen is handsome, a person in the fairyland, except for the worldly clothes.

Downlink: Tranquil and free, strange hermit, better than the world's free immortals.

Horizontal batch: The stars are authentic.

Everything was done, and the dust laughed three times, causing his subordinates to shout out the couplet loudly.

There was a sudden uproar, and the people in Juxian Village finally knew what Chuchen was doing outside.

The You brothers, who were originally sitting in the main seat and now lying in the corner, trembled violently all over, staring at Mo Xiaolou as if they had been killed by their own mother, the wolf on the left side of Mo Xiaolou had a cold look in his eyes, grabbed the stool behind him, walked over in three or two steps, and picked up the two brothers are one person-

Smack!

The stool fell apart, and the two heads were bleeding.

The You brothers' faces were as white as earth, and their expressions were disgraced. You Ji shouted: "Brother, Master said: 'A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated'. ”

You Ju said: "Brother, today is such a great shame, what face do our brothers have to live in the world?"

The two nodded, each picked up his own blade, stabbed him in the heart with a knife and a gun, but he only heard a clang, and he couldn't stab it at all.

Mo Xiaolou, who was on the main seat, sat upright, blew a sip of tea, and said indifferently:

"Today, everyone in the village has my life. I will kill you so that you can die, and if I don't kill you, I will keep my life. ”

The You brothers were shocked when they heard this, and they were stunned.

Mo Xiaolou swept around coldly, he suddenly waved his hand down, and said loudly: "Out of the dust, come in and speak." ”

Click, click

With Mo Xiaolou's downward wave of his hand, starting from his location, a crack three feet wide appeared, extending all the way to the outside of Juxian Village, and even within everyone's line of sight, they couldn't see the disappearance at the end of this rift.

The heroes looked at each other in shock, and their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.

Good...... What a terrible skill!

After the crack stabilized, he bowed down and walked in, first saluting the heroes and heroes, and then carrying his hands behind his back, and his tone learned Mo Xiaolou's feeling of not being high or low, tepid or dry, with a simple and peaceful nature:

"Juxianzhuang is now the industry of our Xingzhu faction, and it belongs to the Henan branch of the Xingzhu faction. When I'm done, who's in favor and who's against?"

The scene became quieter, and there was a handsome disciple in the beggar gang whose lips trembled, as if he was about to stand up and speak, but he was pulled by Bai Shijing beside him, and his eyes signaled him not to cause trouble, and finally the disciple lowered his head and did not speak.

Izuchenzi waited for a long time and saw that everyone was silent, so he said: "No one speaks, so everyone agrees?" ”

I only heard a very strange voice say: "No, no, no, they don't speak, they just don't dare to speak, it doesn't mean that they agree!"

Izuchenzi frowned, and said angrily: "Who is so kind? Get out!"

The voice said: "Grandpa, I was going to come out, but when you say that, I just don't want to come out again!"

Chuchenzi's eyes rolled, and he turned back to Mo Xiaolou and said respectfully: "Master, this person said that he was my grandfather, in terms of seniority, wouldn't he become your father's generation?"

Mo Xiaolou glanced at him, "It's just a simple sound trick, can't you even find his location?"

Out of the dust sneered, "Master, there are too many people here, it's hard to find ......"

Mo Xiaolou waved his hand and flicked his fingers, knocked the dust upside down, and pointed: "Martial arts are similar to poison, and the emphasis is on flexibility. You can't find anyone, but you can always get a general bearing, right?"

Izuchenzi's face was straight, he reacted, turned sideways like a whirlwind, pointed to the crowd in a corner of the west wall and said, "If you didn't speak just now, take three steps back." ”

Whoa, whoa, whoa—

In an instant, a group of people dispersed, and a thin middle-aged man stood in an open space, very tall, with a stubborn look on his face.

Izuku stepped forward, reached out and patted him on the shoulder slowly but forcefully, got up and walked away, too lazy to look at him again.

The whole process was very slow, but the middle-aged man couldn't dodge it, so he could only watch as the dust slapped him on the shoulder, and watched the poisonous gas coming from his palm invade his body.

Then, I watched as my whole body swelled, congested into a ball, and then exploded into a rain of blood.

"Third Brother Bao!"

"Thief, you deceive people too much!"

The person who spoke was the other three generals of the Murong family, who had been hiding in the crowd and did not dare to speak, but now once exposed, how could they still live, and the next moment, the three generals followed in the footsteps of different families.

The atmosphere became more oppressive, and everyone present could hear their own breathing.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "I can't stand it." The head falls off and it is a big scar, this old devil is too deceitful! Everyone is on the shoulder, kill him!"

The person who spoke was Zhao Qiansun, who was shaped like a thin monkey, shouting in his mouth and rushing forward. But obviously no one followed, he held a single knife and killed Mo Xiaolou alone.

The wolf screamed angrily, raised the bamboo knife in his hand and swung it over, splitting Zhao Qiansun in half. Then there were three or three horsemen who stood up one after another, but they were all killed by the stars and others.

The people of the Xingzhu faction not only learned the quick success method passed down by Mo Xiaolou, but also had countless actual battles along the way, plus the master was by his side from time to time, the martial arts realm had already far surpassed that year, plus the poisonous skills that could not be prevented with one hand.

In terms of skill alone, each of the top thirty disciples of the Star Constellation Sect can top an original Ding Chunqiu.

Thirty Ding Chunqiu!

With the martial arts of the group of minions in Juxian Village, it is really not enough for them to kill.

Time passed slowly in this oppressive atmosphere, until the sun was up, and after waiting for half an hour and no one came out, Mo Xiaolou yawned lazily, clapped his hands and said:

"Okay, since there are no opinions, let's get down to business. ”

Mo Xiaolou stood up from his chair, cleared his throat, and looked at everyone: "I think everyone should have heard a lot of rumors recently, all about this immortal. What Ben Xian wants to ask is, who are the people who are spreading rumors behind the scenes and fueling the troubles?